[Pride and Prejudice] Dear Lydia

Mrs. de Boer was about to be fainted by what her daughter told her, and walked up and down the room very irritablely, grabbing the lace on her wide skirt, "God, Annie, you silly girl, how can you believe That woman babbled so much,"

Miss De Boer sat in a chair, her face so dark that she could drip ink, "she said that she also lived in Ramsgate at that time, and knew the vulgar woman who was accompanying Mr. Pitt at that time, all of which were vivid, I can't believe it,"

"Hey, why don't you think about it, she is a woman who can associate with courtesans, how can such a person's words be taken seriously! Besides, even if George really has that terrible hobby, in his status, for the sake of decency, he I will definitely keep this secret tightly, and it is absolutely impossible to casually let a prostitute I just met know."

"I thought it was because she was an insignificant prostitute. That's why he..." Miss De Boer could not speak the following words, and her voice became lower and lower.

Mrs. de Boer frowned so much that she could kill flies, but she couldn't bear to blame her daughter for being stupid, so she could only sigh, "Annie, it's all my fault for raising you too delicately. You usually hang out with elegant and noble people, and you can't see these things. Dastardly tactics and horrific tactics are justifiable."

"Mom! Don't we just let people cheat us for nothing!" Miss De Boer screamed in a low voice. For her who has never been wronged since she was a child, this is really a great shame. "That woman is obviously married, but still I'm playing Pete's idea, and I won't hesitate to deceive me with such a vicious lie for him!"

"No, of course it is impossible! My child, I will never let you be bullied for nothing! I will go to George, and you, a well-bred lady, cannot say those unpleasant things to people. But I am obliged to reveal the true face of that terrible woman to my godson—you said she is with the Earl? God, her ambition is not small, I really want to know what kind of brazen and shameless means she uses I went to the honorable Earl—" Madam de Boer felt that it was not too late, and walked out of the door, "I should also remind your cousin Mr. Darcy as soon as possible to let him take good care of his sister-in-law Don't wait for her to do something that ruins the family style and shames all relatives before everyone wakes up, it will be too late! At the beginning, I strongly disapproved of Darcy marrying that girl Elizabeth, not to mention my lack of education. So many dreadful lowly relatives—"

After Mrs. de Boer left the room, she searched the lounge, the living room, the small dining room, the library, and the billiard room in Netherfield, and finally found out from a servant that Mr. Pitt was sending Mrs. Wickham off at the door. He got into the carriage and rushed to the door in a hurry.

Lydia passed a pleasant evening at Netherfield.

Had dinner with the Earl of Chatham, looked at several of his private collections, and had a relaxed chat for a while. By the way, he experienced the elegant and luxurious life of the nobles.

Lydia recognized that the Earl of Chatham used the best tea set that Dresden produced; the fine French cuisine; If it wasn't Netherfield's servant, let alone a temporary servant hired from Meryton temporarily, then it could only be someone brought by His Excellency the Earl himself.

There are even two genuine Reynolds and Gainsborough paintings in the Earl of Chatham's private collection of paintings.And he can take it with him without paying much attention to it, which only proves that he has more and better collections in his home.

Although Lydia's painting level is still not comparable to those well-known painters with whom Your Excellency the Earl interacts daily, she is superior in being "well-informed". Titian Vecellio's glamorous beauty, Giorgione's elegant poetry, and even Rembrandt's vividness are spot on.

The Earl of Chatham was very satisfied with the young guest he had invited on a whim. When Lydia was leaving, he said, "I will leave here for London next Thursday. Maybe you would like to come back with a boring person before Thursday. Elderly people drink tea and spend a quiet and pleasant afternoon together?"

Lydia was very willing to come, and replied with a smile, "If there is a chance to take a good look at your Reynolds still life again, I will be happy to visit again."

"No problem, if you like, I can give you that painting as a gift."

Lydia was taken aback, and quickly declined, "No, no, there's really no need for that," recalling Mr. Pete's 'false' evaluations of herself, and added, "I can never accept such an expensive gift , I am very satisfied if I am fortunate enough to appreciate it.”

The Earl of Chatham was not reluctant, and rang the bell to call for someone to see off the guests for him.

The servant went for a while and found Mr. Pitt.

The Earl of Chatham was a little strange, "George, are you free today? I don't need you here, I just want someone to help me see Mrs. Wickham off. Where is Lois? Or let Robert come."

"Lois is busy entertaining the guests. Robert's gout has struck again. I just said that his shoulder hurts. I asked him to rest first." Mr. Pete replied, observing the expressions of his father and Lydia, and found that the two Everyone's complexion is ruddy and cheerful, it can be seen that they had spent a happy evening together. Thinking of this, Mr. Pete couldn't help but frowned quietly, feeling that the description of "spent a happy evening together" was somewhat ambiguous.

"Oh, Robert's shoulder hurts again? Then you have to help me see Mrs. Wickham." Earl Chatham is still very concerned about Robert, his servant who has followed him for many years. Somebody go get Robert a doctor to look at."

"Okay, Dad."

"You can tell Robert to drink as much water as possible from now on, and eat less cereals, vegetables, fruits, eggs and milk, but it is best not to eat game, goose, seafood, peas, etc." Lydia Can't help reminding, "I heard that this method of dieting and drinking plenty of water is very effective in controlling gout."

The Earl of Chatham looked at her with interest, "Mrs. Wickham, I found that you are very interested in some folk remedies for the common problems of the elderly, and you seem to know a lot."

Lydia smiled. She lived with her grandparents since she was a child, and she has been exposed to it every day. When she grows up, she has to accompany them to see the doctor and get medicine from time to time. It is difficult for her to understand little.

He replied grandly, "I have always believed that a healthy body is the basic guarantee for a peaceful and happy life, especially for my parents. They are old and will suffer from illness if they are not careful. If they pay more attention and know some treatments The method of maintenance will be of great benefit to them. So as long as someone talks about these trustworthy healing methods that condense the experience and wisdom of the predecessors, I will write them down carefully."

"Trustworthy? Then how do you tell which method is trustworthy and which method is not trustworthy after hearing the introduction from others?" Mr. Pete didn't want Lydia to show too much in front of his father, and started Find fault with her words.

"Based on your own analysis, as long as you are willing to use your brain, you can always analyze which methods are reasonable and which are deceptive. At least we don't have to think about the nonsense that spells can cure malaria." Lily Dia answered calmly, and by the way, satirized the ignorance of some old women nowadays. Many of them still firmly believe that malaria can be cured by spells.

"Okay, George, if you are interested in this issue, you can discuss it with Mrs. Wickham in detail when she comes next time. It's getting late, please help me see off the guests." Chatham The count nodded to Lydia, "I trust your judgment, the gift you gave me a few days ago worked really well."

"Thank you." Lydia smiled and said goodbye. Although she felt that the things she sent could not be effective so quickly, there was no need to say anything about it. Let old Mr. Pete think it was very effective, a positive psychological factor It will play a good auxiliary role in the curative effect.

Mr. Pitt accompanied Lydia downstairs with indifference and politeness, and walked to the pavement outside the door to wait for the coachman to bring the carriage over.

"Mr. Pete, thank you for coming out with me. I can just wait for the carriage here by myself. Please go back." Lydia felt that it was awkward for the two of them to stand together silently, and she was considerate of Mr. Pete's attitude towards him now. Seeing his uneasy mood at the time, he suggested that he go in without having to wait to see himself get in the carriage.

Mr. Peter ignored her kindness, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever given my father a gift?"

"It's not a big gift, it's just a gadget that can be held in the hand and played with. It can exercise the stability of the arm. If you keep using it, it can help cure his hand tremor." Lydia explained.

"You don't mean to fall in love with my father, do you?" Mr. Pete looked at Lydia sharply, with an expression that he was about to be unable to stand her.

Lydia couldn't hold back, and rolled her eyes towards the sky in a very unladylike way, "I knew that some people might guess wildly, but I didn't expect you to be the first person to have such a ridiculous idea! Mr. Pete, let me remind you, I am not yet 20 years old, and the age gap with your father is a bit too big!"

"That's not necessarily true," Mr. Pete retorted forcefully. "Let me remind you that my father is not an ordinary person. There is no need to use old women to wrong him. His previous lover was only in his early twenties."

"Tsk tsk! The bad habits of the nobles!" Lydia accused bluntly, and then said to Mr. Peter seriously, "The private life of Lord Chatham has nothing to do with me. As long as those women are voluntary, I have no intention of doing so. What to criticize, after all, everyone has the right to choose the life they want to live. I can only say that I have nothing to do with that part of his love life, he just treats me as a casual acquaintance, and probably a little bit to please him I also feel that my father is an elder who has the same temperament as me and shares the same hobbies. I respect him very much, and I am willing to visit him at a convenient time, chat with him, and listen to him while he is painting. That's all for my advice!"

Mr. Pete opened his mouth, then turned his face away, and said softly, "Don't be so impatient, I'm doing it for your own good, if you don't resist the temptation, really...what good reputation will you have?"

Lydia was almost too lazy to talk to him, "Yes, thank you for your deep friendship, but next time you have such a noble idea, please apply it to yourself, don't you think that absurd proposal you made before Christmas Will it bring me a good name?"

"Didn't I forget that proposal a long time ago?" Mr. Pete snorted, "Could it be that you are still thinking about it?"

Netherfield's carriage drove over in good time, and finally interrupted the conversation between the two that was about to quarrel.

Lydia got into the car and went home.

Mr. Pete dispelled the worries in his heart. He should have been happy, but he was robbed of a few words. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He stood outside for a while with complicated emotions before turning back.

Pushing open the door decorated with countless pieces of stained glass on the front of the ground floor, I saw Mrs. De Boer hurriedly looking for me, "George, I have something to tell you."

Mr. Pete is not in the mood to deal with the guests now, "Madam, let's talk about tomorrow, I'm a little tired."

"George, it's a very important thing. I found that someone is wantonly slandering you behind your back, and your image has been completely slandered!"

"Huh? How serious is it?" Mr. Pete retracted the foot that had already stepped out.

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The next morning Mrs. Bennet asked Lydia at table how her last night at Netherfield was, and if she knew any of the two visitors there.

"Unfortunately, no, Mom, Lois and I hid in the small living room and talked to each other all night."

"Oh, that's great," Mrs. Bennet looked disappointed. "You haven't seen each other for several days."

After breakfast, Lydia followed Mr. Bennet into his study, and told him about her accidental acquaintance with the Earl of Chatham a few days ago.

It was not a trivial matter, and the family should know it. She was afraid that Mrs. Bennet would be too excited to brag about it, so she only came to tell her father alone.

"It's really interesting," said Lydia, as soon as Mr. Bennet had finished speaking, "that there is such a coincidence in the world that it can almost be written into novels and plays, but, Lydia, are you sure, my lord Earl? Willing to know you just because he wants to chat with you once in a while to pass the time?"

"Yes, Dad," Lydia knew what Mr. Bennet meant, and Mr. Peter would have the same concerns as her father, "Don't worry, that's really the case. Your Excellency is rich and powerful, Besides, she is very beautiful, and even though she is getting older, she still has the same demeanor, what kind of woman does he want, why does he have to run to find a married woman next to his son's newly purchased property, to provoke gossip."

"Then I'm relieved." Mr. Bennet shrugged his shoulders, obviously taking this as an anecdote. "Please give my regards to the esteemed Earl the next time you see him."

After reporting to Mr. Bennett, Lydia felt that there should be no problem. After coming out of the study, she found that everyone else had gone out. Mary accompanied Jane for a walk. Mrs. Bennett seemed to have an appointment with Mrs. Lucas the day before yesterday. What's the matter, I went to Lucas's house after breakfast.

Lydia was helpless, and was about to find something to do by herself, when a servant came and told her, "There is a guest here, Mr. Peter from Netherfield."

Lydia had no choice but to go to the reception by herself, still wondering, he was still angry at her last night, why did he come here so early in the morning?